The world crumbles.
At every stop and turn there is always something wrong.
No matter where someone hides, the world is breaking around them.
A world that they loved.
A world that they cared for and nurtured.
A world that they called their own when they created it.
To see it all abruptly go down in flames.
It’s tragic.
It’s tiring.
It’s making them feel very, very small.
However, when the world is broken down, there is nowhere to go but up.
Underneath the heaps of rubble and destruction are blossoms of hope starting to bloom.
When the air clears, it will be sweeter to breathe.
Creativity, power, stride…
It comes from a world that consistently falls apart.
And from a person strong enough to want to rebuild it.
Yes, it’s hard.
In fact, it can be soul crushing at times.
But when you come out on the other side, that is where realization hits.
The realization that your world needed to break in order for you to grow and create something new.
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